something she was proud of. She loved education and felt very strongly about being educated. The fact that he was too would only seem to make him even more appealing than he already was.
Call her crazy, but she thought that Joseph was beginning to act a little strange. It was as though his demeanor had seemed to shift a bit as soon as she had spoken her praise aloud. He even cleared his throat almost suspiciously and grabbed a full dish of pastries – which had lain conveniently beside his workstation – and whisked it away as he quickly made his way through the door and into the front of the bakery. She stood there, confused, but instead of chasing after him – she turned around and went back to her office. She would inquire on this later; now was definitely not the time.
Chapter 5
Haley drove her trusty steed of a car in a seemingly aimless direction. Without her job, she had nothing to do. She never really realized how little of a life she had before she lost her job. Her job was her life. “How sad is that?” she scoffed. But probably what was sadder was that she missed it, dreadfully so. The fact that she felt so pathetic worried her a little as well. She was thirty-four years old and had nothing to show for her age. She had no job, no home, no family; she had nothing. Who even was she?
She was so preoccupied being the perfect nanny and big sister slash aunt type person to these kids, as well as the perfect homemaker to the family as a whole, that she had really just lost sight of herself. She lost a part of who she was, and who she was used to have vision. She used to have an ability to decipher her work life from her personal life, and though the two were somewhat intertwined, there was usually still a distinct line dividing some aspects of her life.
Even before the affair, she had seemed to blur the line between her personal life and her job. Hell, she was in love with her male employer– how much more personal could you get? Even still, a part of her wished she had either kept the two worlds separate, or at least had more of a personal life outside of her job.
It was probably the same principle as having friends outside of relationships, or having a relationship or friends outside of a family. It’s better to have other people – because relationships and friendships fail every day. Sometimes it happens even when one party didn’t fuck the husband or father of the people she held relationships with.
Sometimes it was no fault of anyone’s. This time it may not have been, but it would have been nice to have a backup of sorts. Now, she had nothing. She was a lonely thirty-four-year-old divorcee with no friends or family to speak of. She was alone.
She saw a café up ahead, and decided a cup of coffee might bode well with her in her current state. As her car yielded beside a parking spot in front of the restaurant, she nervously looked behind her shoulder– a bit frightened to parallel park. She sighed sadly – it was another thing that reminded her of how shitty she had made her own life.
She had always gone to Marissa’s bakery to get her coffee or baked goods, and she always had parking behind the shop. Most downtown shops didn’t. It was either street parking or no parking at all. She loved Made with Love by Marissa. She adored their food, the environment, and the sense of ease it brought her to drive there – especially parking without being anxious.
It was then that she noticed a young boy across the street, running, arms flailing like windsocks, with several young boys trailing behind him. She squinted to look more closely, but was honked at by the car behind her. She had to move. Taking a deep breath, she whirled the back end of her car into the space and
Call her crazy, but she thought that Joseph was beginning to act a little strange. It was as though his demeanor had seemed to shift a bit as soon as she had spoken her praise aloud. He even cleared his throat almost suspiciously and grabbed a full dish of pastries – which had lain conveniently beside his workstation – and whisked it away as he quickly made his way through the door and into the front of the bakery. She stood there, confused, but instead of chasing after him – she turned around and went back to her office. She would inquire on this later; now was definitely not the time.
Chapter 5
Haley drove her trusty steed of a car in a seemingly aimless direction. Without her job, she had nothing to do. She never really realized how little of a life she had before she lost her job. Her job was her life. “How sad is that?” she scoffed. But probably what was sadder was that she missed it, dreadfully so. The fact that she felt so pathetic worried her a little as well. She was thirty-four years old and had nothing to show for her age. She had no job, no home, no family; she had nothing. Who even was she?
She was so preoccupied being the perfect nanny and big sister slash aunt type person to these kids, as well as the perfect homemaker to the family as a whole, that she had really just lost sight of herself. She lost a part of who she was, and who she was used to have vision. She used to have an ability to decipher her work life from her personal life, and though the two were somewhat intertwined, there was usually still a distinct line dividing some aspects of her life.
Even before the affair, she had seemed to blur the line between her personal life and her job. Hell, she was in love with her male employer– how much more personal could you get? Even still, a part of her wished she had either kept the two worlds separate, or at least had more of a personal life outside of her job.
It was probably the same principle as having friends outside of relationships, or having a relationship or friends outside of a family. It’s better to have other people – because relationships and friendships fail every day. Sometimes it happens even when one party didn’t fuck the husband or father of the people she held relationships with.
Sometimes it was no fault of anyone’s. This time it may not have been, but it would have been nice to have a backup of sorts. Now, she had nothing. She was a lonely thirty-four-year-old divorcee with no friends or family to speak of. She was alone.
She saw a café up ahead, and decided a cup of coffee might bode well with her in her current state. As her car yielded beside a parking spot in front of the restaurant, she nervously looked behind her shoulder– a bit frightened to parallel park. She sighed sadly – it was another thing that reminded her of how shitty she had made her own life.
She had always gone to Marissa’s bakery to get her coffee or baked goods, and she always had parking behind the shop. Most downtown shops didn’t. It was either street parking or no parking at all. She loved Made with Love by Marissa. She adored their food, the environment, and the sense of ease it brought her to drive there – especially parking without being anxious.
It was then that she noticed a young boy across the street, running, arms flailing like windsocks, with several young boys trailing behind him. She squinted to look more closely, but was honked at by the car behind her. She had to move. Taking a deep breath, she whirled the back end of her car into the space and
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